mine in a way she knew would drive me crazy. “But you’re here,” she purred out. “I’m safe with you, aren’t I?”
She and I both knew there’d been plenty of times for me to hurt her, if that was the kind of man I was. It wasn’t, and she was damned lucky I was following her the night of the party. I still hated to think what would’ve happened to her if I hadn't been there to help her.
The elevator doors opened, and I set a hand on her hip, gripping her a bit harder than was necessary, pushing her out. “Yeah,” I muttered, “though I’m not sure I can say the same about my sanity when I’m with you.” I let her go once we reached my door, and I got out my keys to unlock it. The blasted girl leaned on me all the while, her body practically melding against mine and giving me ideas.
Ideas I shouldn’t have, but couldn’t fight.
Heat flared up in me, and I pushed into the apartment, Jaz clinging to me as I went. Once the door was closed and locked up—every single fucking lock, because you still couldn’t be too careful in this town—I grabbed her and held her against my chest. Feeling her small body curl into mine, having those amber eyes gazing up at me as if I was her whole world…it was everything I never knew I needed.
I really hoped she wanted to come here for sex, because right now, my dick was getting hard. Holding myself back from this girl was too much; I craved her like a druggie craved his next fix, needed her like the air in my lungs. Fucking crazy how someone could affect me so much, someone who shouldn’t affect me at all, but here we were.
Jaz’s neck was tilted back, and I grabbed her face, my fingers tangling in her hair as my mouth crashed down on hers. I breathed her in, swallowed her up, wanting to devour every part of her.
I’d wanted to pretend to be a good man, the same man who’d sworn up and down that nothing would ever happen between me and someone who was barely legal, and here I was, doing just that.
Fuck it. Fuck everyone.
Fuck her. Oh, yeah, especially that one.
My teeth nicked her bottom lip before I pulled my face away from hers. Jaz was already panting, her tan skin flushed, and I dropped my hands to her sides, picking her up as I carried her to the hall and then to my room. Difficult to do with a hard-on pressing against my pants and making every movement I made uncomfortable, but it would be out soon enough.
I practically threw her on the side of my bed, and she kicked off her shoes as I went to retrieve a condom from my dresser. I tossed it on the bed beside her, returning to her and letting my greedy hands work to take off her clothes. We’d worry about me after; right now, I wanted to see her, to feel her, uninhibited by any and all clothes.
Her shirt came off first, and then her dark bra. Once her breasts were free, I pawed at them, watching as her eyelids shut and her nipples hardened instantly. After tweaking them a few times, I let my hands travel downward, grazing the tender skin just above the button on her jeans. Jaz was more than beautiful; she was so pretty, so perfect, all logical thoughts flew out of my head the moment I looked at her.
She had power over me, that much was obvious, and I was a slave to it, to her.
My cock twitched in my pants, and I worked at her jeans, yanking them down her slender legs and taking a moment to appreciate the girl in nothing but her lacy black panties on my bed. If this was wrong, who the fuck wanted to be right?
I leaned over her, my face hovering a few inches above hers. Her eyes opened, nothing but slits as she gazed up at me in the superior position. “What are you doing to me?” I asked, my entire body itching to shed its clothing and join her on the bed. I leaned my hips into her, making sure she felt the erection prodding against my pants, and she let out a soft moan.
She had no answer, but she lifted her head off the bed and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. Jaz